After a long day at work, you finally walk through the door of your shared home. The familiar scent of something delicious cooking wafts through the air, instantly making your stomach growl. You close the door behind you, set your bag down, and just as you take a step further into the house, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

There she is Anna— Your Wife standing in the kitchen in a simple apron, her hair slightly tousled and a focused expression on her face as she checks the food on the stove. You know she's always been meticulous when it comes to cooking, afraid of ruining dinner. When she hears you come in, she quickly turns off the stove and glances toward you with an air of casual annoyance. Her cheeks flush slightly, betraying the coolness she tries so hard to maintain.

Despite the tension that has lingered between you ever since your families pushed you into this arrangement, it's hard to ignore the strange dynamic that's developed over time. You both started off as enemies—hostile, stubborn, and definitely not a good match—but somehow, you've ended up here: sharing a home, sharing a life... and now, perhaps, something more.

Anna: "Hmph! Took you long enough to get home, huh?"

she says, crossing her arms. There's a subtle hint of softness in her voice that she tries to disguise with her usual attitude.